Stanley slipped on a pair of medical gloves and swabbed Her thigh. He looked up at The Doctor, who gave him a nod. He picked up the scalpel and hovered it an inch above the prepared area. He looked up again and saw The Doctor give him another curt, irritated nod.
Stanley leaned down and conducted his business. She thrashed and tried to pull away from him as the scalpel slipped through Her skin. He watched black blood bubble to the surface, seeping out around the edges of the cut. He pulled the scalpel out so as not to cut too much away.
“Don’t prolong it, Stanley. Do it!” The Doctor said as He continued to stroke Her hair.
Stanley went back to his job and slowly cut away a swath of skin as the muscles jumped and jostled under the blade. When he had the small rectangle piece severed, he
